salted fish soaring

Not long after the news of Master Xuyun's defeat and injury reached Xianmeng, it was sent to Qianqu County along with a talisman that was read and read.

The Zhengdao Xianmeng's fleet hovered outside the clouds, not caring much about what happened to the ants on the ground, let alone the underground secret passage between Hongfu and Qianqu.

Under the secret arrangements of Hong Fu Xianguan, the two counties did not use spiritual energy to transmit the news, let alone disturb the monks of the Xianmeng.

The messenger talisman was handed out from Wei Zhenyu's hand, and as soon as it reached Meng Heze's hand, it was burned to ashes.

Ji Chen stretched his neck and didn't see the happy news clearly, he felt a little regretful, but he said with a smile: "It's all right now, even Xu Yun didn't stop Brother Song, let's see what else they can do."

Wei Zhenyu frowned slightly: "But I don't know how hard Senior Brother Song fought this battle, whether he was injured, and whether the injury was serious or not."

Meng Heze said optimistically: "I didn't say that my brother was injured, it means that I was not injured. First spread the news, everyone will take turns keeping vigil and eating meat tonight."

Wei Zhenyu was speechless: "Eat, eat, I'll have someone prepare the seasoning."

Si Xue led the academy children to beat the gong and the suona:

"Fathers and elders, King Song defeated Xu Yun in the snowy plain! Xu Yun's dog thief has already hid in his own sect and dare not come out!"

"The battle is not over yet, but victory will eventually belong to us!"

In the scorching summer, the people of Qianqu are ready to fight against each other, fighting hard.

The air smelled of earth, steam, and gunpowder and brimstone.

No one harvests the wheat in the field, and it grows wildly in the wind, looking like a golden ocean in the distance.

As soon as the gong struck, the good news spread from mouth to mouth:

"Which one is the Xuyun dog thief?"

"That guy is the head of Huawei Sect, and he ordered to attack our Qianqu."

"Wow, it turned out to be him. King Song is mighty! God bless Qianqu!"

In the evening, people put down their guns, put away their firearms, and sang farming songs around the bonfire.

You can't drink alcohol to celebrate wartime, but you can eat meat.

The fat and thin animal meat is brushed with honey, grilled on the oven, and sprinkled with thousands of channels and thirteen spices.

The crispy skin wraps the fresh and tender meat, and the aroma wafts in the wind, making your mouth water.

In the meaty singing, the nerves that have been tense for a long time can be stretched, and the accumulated fatigue is unknowingly eliminated.

Xu Wangshan and Qiu Dacheng were betting with several disciples. Some bet that the war would end within a month, while others bet that the Zhengdao Xianmeng would withdraw its troops tomorrow.

Ji Xing whetted his appetite and ate half a roasted whole lamb. Zhou Xiaoyun handed her sour plum soup and advised her to eat it slowly.

The sound of laughter, the crackling of the bonfire.

Ji Chen: "Actually, I've been thinking recently why Qingya hasn't moved. What exactly is in the box Brother Song gave Ziye Wenshu?"

Disciple Qingya kept his filial piety for the sage of calligraphy, and kept his door behind closed doors, so quiet and silent as if he was not in the realm of comprehension.

Wei Zhenyu echoed: "Why don't we have that box and just give him one? If you want to explain about Qianqu, you should tell us. Midnight Manjusri is far away in Qingya, and he is also rigid. He can't say ten words a day. What's the point of dealing with this kind of person..."

It was a typical Weiping tone again.Meng Heze twitched his nose. Amidst the strong aroma of barbecue, he could vaguely smell the familiar scent of tea, and immediately interrupted rudely:

"Are you too full? Fullness and warmth make right and wrong. Brother Song has his own reasons for doing things, don't ask too much, and don't worry too much."

Wei Zhenyu gave him a cool look: "Song Qianji isn't here, what kind of gentleman are you and me pretending to be? Don't you dare say you're not curious about what's in that box?"

"When it comes to pretending, who can pretend better than Chief Wei, what do you think, King Wei?" Meng Heze said coldly, "I'm really curious, but I won't speculate randomly!"

The topic was forcibly interrupted.The three of them finished eating the barbecue absently, like three cats in their arms.

Ji Chen rubbed his chin, seemingly unintentionally said: "I don't think Brother Song is like someone who can keep spiritual stone magic tools."

Wei Zhenyu said calmly: "Well, it should not be a secret book of exercises."

Meng Heze immediately denied: "You guys don't know Senior Brother Song too well. To be put into a box by him must be something he loves, such as potato flowers."

Wei Zhenyu praised exaggeratedly: "Wow, you know him well!"

Immediately, his tone changed: "Who said just now that you can't speculate?"

Meng Heze's expression froze slightly, and he didn't speak anymore.

Ji Chen lowered his head and snickered, and when he looked up, his face was serious: "It's okay to give bamboo shoots and potatoes at ordinary times, but before the war, you also give potato flowers? No, it doesn't make sense. In my opinion, it's definitely not..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed: "Enemy attack!"

The Qianqu defensive formation was controlled by Ji Chen, and Wei Zhenyu immediately got up without asking, and said loudly: "Get ready to fight!"

Meng Heze had already picked up his sword and greeted the disciples of the Song Academy.

The singing stopped abruptly, and the war drums blared loudly.

The city defense team, assault hunter team, firecracker team, firearms team and other teams that were talking and laughing just now were assembled in an instant.

"boom!"

The explosion sounded like thunder.

In the blink of an eye, "thunder" billowed over Qianqu.

All kinds of magical instruments and talismans attacked the protective formation intensively, causing bursts of explosions, and colorful lights illuminated half of the night.

Streams of light flew out of the Xianmeng cloud boat, and monks riding flying swords rushed towards Qianqu like a tide.

Ji Chen quickly moved the array disk, fully controlling the array.

Meng Heze is ready to lead the team to fight.

"Be careful, it's different this time, don't fight head-on." Wei Zhenyu stopped him with a solemn expression.

The cultivators of the Xianmeng had never had such a united momentum, perhaps it was Xu Yun's injury that stimulated them.

Something's wrong, their cultivation has generally increased, how could it change so quickly overnight?

Wei Zhenyu made a decisive decision and ordered the artillery to be activated.

Designed and invented by Si Gong, the artillery as heavy as an iron mountain finally appeared in the world.

As soon as the cannon fired, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and the sky was full of smoke and dust.

The offensive on the other side was suspended, and the pressure on Ji Chen's shoulders suddenly eased.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Meng Heze led the disciples of the Song Academy out of the protective formation, preparing to catch the opponent by surprise.

Just before arriving at the formation, there was a burst of piano sound in the sky above Hongfu County.

The sound of the piano is urgent and sad, like a death knell.

The monks of Xianmeng retreated after hearing the piano, leaving everyone in Qianqu at a loss.

Why did it end before it even started?

Facing the soaring cultivation base and menacing monks of the Xianmeng, the people of Qianqu are ready for a hard fight and bloody battle all night.

Unexpectedly, there was a lot of thunder and rain, and from the beginning to the end, the opponent only attacked for a quarter of an hour before turning back in a hurry.

Wei Zhenyu, Meng Heze, and Ji Chen stood on the city wall, not daring to relax at all, facing the direction of Hong Fu, watching the changes.

Until the middle of the night, the secret letter from Hongfu Tunnel solved the confusion

——There are assassins lurking in Huaweizong.Xuyun was assassinated and his life hangs by a thread.Urgently ask He Qingqing, the current head of Xianyinmen, to heal his wounds.

"Is it true?" Ji Chen couldn't believe it: "Assassinated? That dog thief is in Huaweizong, like a thousand-year-old bastard who can't leave his shell. Who can assassinate him in Huaweizong? Is he crazy and doesn't want to live anymore?"

Wei Zhenyu: "What's so strange, the assassination requires soldiers to take risks. Don't forget that there were people who assassinated King Qianqu in Qianqu back then."

Assassin is a shady profession, with no face or name, no need to be remembered or thanked by anyone.

"I almost forgot, you are also an assassin." Meng Heze said, "Who do you think this time is?"

Wei Zhenyu: "A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even if Xuyun was wounded in the snow field, not everyone can go to assassinate him. What's more, the Huawei Sect has a tight formation, and we have to sneak in and wait for the opportunity so far... want to do this There are many people who do things, but there is only one who can really do it.”

"It's him?" Ji Chen asked.

"It's him." Meng Heze nodded.

They all thought of it.

Wei Zhenyu suddenly shouted to the night sky: "Hello!"

Meng Heze and Ji Chen were taken aback and looked at him puzzled.

Wei Zhenyu raised his hands and put them in front of him like a trumpet and shouted: "Come back if you want, why pretend to be cool? Do you think you are very majestic? You are an assassin, what kind of hero are you?"

Meng Heze thought for a while, and then shouted: "Half of the fabric in the warehouse is moldy, and the other half is faded. Your cat eats too much and wastes food like you. Don't expect anyone to feed it for you. You— —" His voice suddenly dropped, as if a little embarrassed, "Your cat misses you."

Ji Chen yelled: "He means he misses you, we miss you, Song Yuan wants to—"

Meng Heze yelled angrily, "I never said that!"

Wei Zhenyu said with a smile: "He said it, he said it every day—"

Meng Heze: "Nonsense!"

The night of Qianqu is as cool as water, and the stars are shining like huge gems.The refreshing westerly wind blows colorful clouds chasing the bright moon.

The three of them shouted, laughed and cursed to the high night sky in turn, and their voices flew up into the sky and drifted to unknown distances.